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  Chapter 418 also has this kind of operation

  Old Maoer led Liu Qingshan, and the father and father found a place with few people, began to stand, and then fought each other cracklingly.

  Liu Qingshan is not yet the opponent of the uncle. After all, he has not practiced martial arts for two years. Although he is relatively diligent, there are some things that need time to slowly settle.

   But Lao Maoer, this uncle, didn't look like an uncle at all, and he was merciless under his hands. He threw Liu Qingshan several times, and his nose was bruised and his face was swollen.

   "Xiao Shanzi, you can't do this, the oil shuttle is white and short."

  Old Mao'er's injury has also risen from the physical to the spiritual level.

   There is also a middle-aged man next to him who keeps making sarcastic remarks:

   "It's so old, you still practice this kind of clumsy and stupid moves, come on, practice Qigong with me, ours is called Xiantian Wujigong."

   "With one palm, I can hit the person on the other side of the pillar through this big pillar."

  Old Mao'er couldn't stand listening anymore, and started to roll up his arms and sleeves:

   "Come on, come on, let's make gestures, I'm an idiot, and I'll show you your innate infinite skills today!"

  The middle-aged man smiled slightly: "I practice Qigong to strengthen my body, cure diseases and save lives. How can I fight with a rough man like you."

Seeing that the veins on the uncle's forehead were twitching, Liu Qingshan quickly dragged him away, muttering: "Uncle, we are not his opponents. Once he works, he can send satellites into space." , we don't have the ability."

  Walking along, I saw a group of people in front of me suddenly commotion, shouting: "Master Hu is here, Master Hu is here!"

  I saw an old man in his sixties, wearing a yellow and white silk trousers and jacket, walking slowly.

  He has silver hair and a rosy complexion, and he really has a bit of fairy air.

   "Bah, master shit, he used to be a little apprentice doing tricks on the flyover outside the park."

  The old hat master spat, obviously knowing the old background of Master Hu.

  The middle-aged man who practiced Xiantian Wuji Gong happened to run past Lao Maoer and stopped abruptly, obviously hearing what Lao Maoer said.

   "What do you look at, believe it or not, I will fight with your master!"

  Old Maoer's temper is far worse than that of the dumb grandfather. He acts rashly, gets angry when he wants to get angry, and fights when he wants to fight.

  The middle-aged man ran a few more steps, ran up to Master Hu, called him Master, and then whispered something, pointing and poking at the old hat from time to time.

   "Master, this group of people have gone mad, let's ignore them." Liu Qingshan was a little scared.

   It wasn't because of anything else, he was mainly afraid that the old hat master would do something, what if he really beat that master to death?

   Just at this moment, that Master Hu surrounded by a group of disciples.

  Master Hu gently twisted the goatee with his hands, and glanced at the old hat:

   "What you just said is right. When I first graduated from the school, I did practice at Tianqiao'er, but it was to experience the world and people, practice in the world, and see all kinds of things in the world. Only then can I achieve supreme magic."

  Liu Qingshan was convinced when he heard this: You are amazing, your old talk is so deep!

"Hu Xiaoer, you said that these vain people are **** and have the guts. Let's see the truth. You pretend to be clever, fooling these ignorant people and defrauding people of money. I will see you in the future. once!"

  Old Mao moved his body, and immediately made a rattling sound.

  Master Hu shook his head with a smile, but the "ignorant people" beside him got annoyed first, shouting and calling for Master Hu to take action and teach this rough man a lesson.

  Uncle Hu raised a palm, and the surroundings were immediately silent, only to hear Master Hu proudly say:

   "I didn't want to engage in unnecessary disputes with you. The purpose of practicing Qigong is to strengthen the body, cure diseases and save lives, not to be brave and fierce."

   "But you dare to slander me, then you don't have to bear it any longer. I will show you how powerful I am today."

  Old Maoer was really looking for what he wanted, so he roared "Okay" and rushed forward with his big fists in his hands.

"etc!"

  Master Hu sternly shouted: "Your flamboyant fists and embroidered legs are like chickens and dogs in my eyes. I only need to lightly point my finger, and the innate infinite kung fu will burst out, piercing your hands and feet."

  Liu Qingshan blinked: So he is the descendant of the Duan family in Dali, isn't this a yang finger?

   At this time, a strange exclamation sounded from the side: "Oh, you are a sweetheart, are you talking about shooting bullets?"

  Liu Qingshan turned his head and saw that it was a young foreigner with a big nose and a camera around his neck, and he was gesturing with a pistol at Master Hu with a look of surprise on his face.

  At this stage, there are not many foreigners who come to China for tourism. After opening the country, many foreigners are curious about this ancient and magical country.

  For example, some tourists from island countries and the United States took many photos at that time.

   Seeing that even international friends came to join in, that Master Hu was even more proud:

   "However, we practice qigong and have the virtue of being good at life. We will never indiscriminately hurt innocent people. I will show my hands today to open your eyes and prevent you from slandering me everywhere."

  Old Maoer snorted twice: "Then why don't you yell around again, and those who have money will win money, and those who have no money will win personal?"

   "I will not argue with you."

  Master Hu still had the demeanor of a master, and casually ordered a disciple next to him: "Go find some pebbles."

   Soon, there was a strong man next to him, who ran to the flower bed not far away, and came back with a few pebbles.

  Master Hu first threw a palm-sized pebble to Lao Mao: "Come on, let's see if you can split the stone in half with your bare hands?"

  The middle of this cobblestone is more than an inch thick, and the old hat guessed it, and he was a little uncertain, but he was more upright, so he decided to give it a try.

  Big eyes wandered around, then came to the side of the curb of the side road, and pressed the cobblestone on the stone, revealing half of it.

   "Wait a minute, can I try it first?" The foreigner with the big nose ran up happily.

   He clenched his fist, waved it a few times in the air, and then thumped it on the cobblestone.

  The cobblestone remained motionless, but the big-nosed foreigner jumped up with a groan, covered his fist with his other hand, and jumped on the ground.

   There was a burst of laughter around, this foreigner is too presumptuous.

   After bouncing around for a long time, the foreigner finally came to his senses, took off his camera, and signaled the old hat to continue. It seemed that he was about to take pictures.

  Old Maoer took a deep breath, the muscles on his arms bulged, and he yelled loudly: "Open!"

   A palm fell heavily, cutting on the cobblestone.

  The pebbles were still intact, and there was also laughter around, louder than the foreigner who coaxed him just now.

"open!"

  Old Hat roared again, the sound was like a thunderbolt, suppressing all the laughter.

   Another palm fell heavily, the front end of the cobblestone knocked against the stone on the ground, forming a hollow arch, and the edge of the old hat's palm landed in the middle of the cobblestone.

   There was only a click, and the cobblestone finally broke into two pieces.

  Crack, click, the big-nosed foreigner slapped the side, and kept yelling: "Kungfu! Chinese-kungfu!"

  Old Mao also straightened up, endured the severe pain in his palm, and clasped his fists in all directions:

   "I was a little flattering just now, but Hu Xiaoer, if you can do this, then I will bow down."

   What he said was a trick, that is, the two ends of the cobblestone are fixed, and the middle is suspended, so that it is easier to bear force.

  Master Hu smiled with his beard, and then raised his hand, and someone next to him immediately handed over a pebble, which was also the size of a palm.

  Master Hu held the cobblestone in one hand, then lightly raised his index finger, swayed it around, and slammed on the cobblestone.

  The crowd watching the excitement around shouted: This is to split the stone with one finger!

   There was a crisp cracking sound, indicating that the falling stone was split, and the cobblestone was split in half abruptly.

   "Oh, it's unbelievable, it's unbelievable, **** it, why did I forget to take a photo just now!" The foreigner with the big nose held his head in his hands, extremely annoyed.

   If this picture is taken down, it must be extremely shocking.

  Master Hu smiled slightly, pointed at Lao Maoer: "Are you convinced?"

  Old Maoer babbled for a long time, and finally he could only snort: "You are amazing!"

  One was struggling to split the stone with one palm, and his palm was almost broken;

   Aww!

   There were cheers all around, obviously all disciples of Master Hu.

  But amidst the cheers, Master Hu suddenly yelled: "What are you doing!"

  Liu Qingshan has already rushed to Master Hu, firmly grabbed his wrist, and snatched the half of the pebble from the opponent's hand.

  There was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth: "Master, I also want to perform."

   After finishing speaking, he said to the foreigner again in English: "Friend, this time, don't forget to take a picture."

   Then, under the gaze of everyone, Liu Qingshan held the half pebble with one hand and gave it a firm grip.

  Accompanied by a light creak, the cobblestone was torn apart by him, and a lot of debris fell down.

   "Oh my God, that's amazing!"

  The big-nosed foreigner gasped in amazement, pressing the shutter repeatedly with his hand.

   Sure enough, it is a building outside the mountain and a castle outside the mountain, and the strong is even more powerful.

  Liu Qingshan showed this skill, obviously much higher than Master Hu.

   With a slap, Lao Maoer's slap landed heavily on Liu Qingshan's shoulder: "Nephew, so you have always let me go!"

  After the slap, I felt a tingling pain in my palm, and I couldn't help but ouch a few more times. The pain from hitting the stone just now is not over yet.

On the contrary, Master Hu was still calm and calm: "Young people know how to make a big splash. Just now, my finger hit the cobblestone, and it has completely changed the molecular structure inside the stone, making it like a walnut cake. You It’s unreasonable to be opportunistic like this.”

  When the believers around heard this, they suddenly got excited again, and accused Liu Qingshan one after another.

   Damn, there is still this kind of operation.

  Liu Qingshan is also convinced, he is really convinced by the mouths of these masters, black can be said to be white.

  But now that he has made his mark, Liu Qingshan will certainly not give up halfway: "Master, I am convinced. Your old qigong is really powerful. You can turn stones into glutinous rice. If you have this ability, our country will no longer have to worry about famine."

   While speaking, he picked up a piece of gravel in his hand, threw it directly into his mouth, and began to chew.

  Master Hu finally showed a trace of panic on his face.

  (end of this chapter)